Naughty by Ann Voss Peterson, J.A. Konrath, Jack Kilborn Read Free Book Online Page B

the question was, make him beg until he comes, or be selfish and ride him?
    She chose to make him beg. A treat, because he’d saved her from falling. A punishment because he’d been able to make the jump that she missed.
    It didn’t take long for his moans to morph into words. First, a string of Spanish invectives that would make a cartel hitman blush. Then, finally, the begging she’d been waiting for.
    “Please,
bonita
. I cannot take any more.”
    Having broken him, Hammett began to match his thrusts, taking him fully into her throat, increasing the tempo to intensify his pleasure.
    Heath abruptly stopped, surprising her. “Not yet,
querida
. I want to be inside you.”
    Not many men could control themselves after a certain point, and she knew Heath was close. It was a matter of pride with her to finish him off.
    Hammett bobbed her head even faster, using her free hand to pump at the same time.
    “Please,” he said. “Please stop.”
    Any second now. Hammett released his balls, using both hands to stroke him.
    “No!”
    Heath suddenly jackknifed his legs, bucking Hammett forward, onto his chest. He looped his arms around her thighs, lifted her like he was doing a chest press on a weight bench, and plopped her, face-first, onto the seat. Before Hammett could twist around, Heath had her by the wrists, with his face between her legs.
    Hammett had had plenty of men, and more than a few women, go down on her. But never in this position, from behind. Rather than struggle and attempt to escape, she waited to see what Heath was going to do.
    What he did was similar to what she’d done.
    Namely, tease the ever-loving hell out of her.
    He used his whole face—lips, tongue, chin, even his nose, to probe every intimate millimeter of her body.
    Every millimeter, except the part she wanted him to focus on.
    Hammett tried to shut down her body, resist sensation. She refused to come first. This had become a competition, just like the parkour across the rooftops, and she’d lost that one and wasn’t about to lose again.
    But Heath was good. Very good. Perhaps the best she’d ever had. And though she knew enough mental tricks to alleviate severe pain, even torture, she couldn’t blot out his insistent, probing tongue.
    It only took a few minutes for Hammett to begin to squirm and buck against him, trying to get him to hit the right spot. But he was every bit as cruel, taking her right up to the edge, and backing off.
    Hammett felt the wave or orgasm building in her, and receding as he pulled away. Building and receding. Building and receding.
    It was wonderfully, exquisitely terrible. She had become a slave, bound to his will, unable to focus on anything but his incessant, relentless teasing.
    Hammett almost blurted out, “Just let me come and I promise not to kill you,” but right before
    she reached that point, Heath loosened his grip on her wrists just enough for her to twist out.
    Like a snake striking, Hammett whipped her leg around and brought her hands to Heath’s throat, finding his carotid and jugular. She put just enough pressure on the points to prevent blood flow to the brain, a less conventional choke hold.
    Heath looked surprised, then confused, and then his eyelids began to flutter as unconsciousness overtook him.
    But Hammett didn’t want him knocked out. She just wanted him compliant and couldn’t go toe-to-toe against someone stronger. So as he slumped back to the limo floor, Hammett straddled him, releasing his neck just as she sank onto his cock.
    Heath blinked, apparently not sure what had happened. Then he gripped her hips, and Hammett rode him hard as she’d ever done before, using her muscles to make him explode first.
    The problem, of course, was it felt just as good to Hammett as it obviously did to Heath. He matched her thrusts, his strong hands pushing her down on him, his body surging up into her, and Hammett knew she didn’t have longer before she lost control.
    “
Chica
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